I didn't feel like working out tonight. Period. Even though it was only yoga. Especially because it was "only" yoga. I just felt like chillin' out tonight, ya know? Just one night off the itinerary. A full night to do whatever I want. Get off from work. Come home. Watch TV. Screw around. Go to bed. Sounds so nice, after scheduling practically every day around a workout.
Still, I remembered that this was essentially the last week where some sort of gains could be made for Ironman Arizona. So I dragged myself into my bedroom and did my own yoga practice for around 45 minutes, 10 minutes of which were foam rolling. The schedule called for one hour, but I just didn't have it in me tonight. I'm not even sure why. I'm not physically exhausted. Nor am I mentally burnt out. I really think I hit my mental low point last month.
However, I actually did learn something valuable tonight during my yoga practice. At first, I had a hard time getting into the flow of things, pardon the pun. I wasn't sure where to start. Instead of fighting this feeling, instead of thinking that I was in a studio where there had to be a certain "way", I just made it up as I went along. I let my mind take over for my body and did whatever I felt like. Even if it didn't make natural sense. If I felt like some Warrior 1 poses, then by golly, that's what I did. If some Downward Dog led into Cobra, well, great! If I felt like Shavasana halfway through my practice, sweet!
That got me through the first 30 minutes just fine. And after a while, I found myself relaxed and focused on my yoga, not the lazy feelings I had previously.
Sometimes, if you just let yourself go and relax, you might be surprised at how your body and mind reward you.
Yes, Coach, I'll try that in the pool tomorrow morning.
Good night now.
25 days and counting (Yes, I'm back tracking. My math was off yet again!)